January 15th.
Bay Territory.
Clear.
Brilliant sunshine bathed the land.
The bright and fresh light set a cheerful atmosphere.
The streets of Bay City remained deserted, not yet the time for people to relax after work.
Inside the Caster's Teaching Building in the Lord's Mansion,
"How many shop windows have been wandered past? How many hotels lived in? Only then will one feel that parting is not without cause..."
Matthew hummed a tune gently, waving his hand and assigning a heap of homework to the young spellcasters.
Under their excited gaze, Matthew turned and left the classroom, heading toward the study.
As soon as he entered, an excited Butler Ralph approached, handing over today's Sewington Arcane Report that had just arrived, and said with a slight thrill,
"The Eighth Legion has already reached the Karl Plains and will arrive at the battlefield the day after tomorrow!"
Matthew knew what Butler Ralph was excited about.
